With 232 pages and an expanded 12″ by 12″ format, our biggest print issue yet celebrates the people, places, music, and art of our hometown, including cover features on David Lynch, Nipsey Hussle, Syd, and Phoebe Bridgers’ Saddest Factory Records, plus Brian Wilson, Cuco, Ty Segall, Lord Huron, Remi Wolf, The Doors, the art of RISK, Taz, Estevan Oriol, Kii Arens, and Edward Colver, and so much more.
Godspeed You! Black Emperor, “No Title As of 13 February 2024, 28,340 Dead”
Named in reference to the death toll in Gaza, the post-rock pioneers’ ninth full-length sounds like a requiem to the world as it is today—albeit one permeated by rays of occasional light.
Wild Pink, Dulling the Horns
Addressing the tension between complacency and contentment, John Ross’ fifth LP embraces chunky, feedback-laden chords and a more abrasive live-band sound than he’s ever explored.
The Smile, Cutouts
The outfit’s third LP feels like a spiritual twin to Wall of Eyes, improving upon that record’s cohesion as well as its prog-influenced songwriting, cinematic strings, and pleasing rhythms.
Kyle MacKinnel
Following one of his largest-ever solo shows, the street art icon reflects on how he got here.
As time marches violently on, John Maus is seeming less and less a bursting aggro-eccentric and more and more the sane elder dwelling at the end of the hall.
With Archy Marshall, the question was never “if” but rather “when,” and thanks to “The OOZ,” the answer is firmly “now.”
Nika Danilova returns to her roots.
Once again, the man born Ariel Rosenberg manages to trudge through his own pink slime just in time to catch a glimpse of the gray sunset.
On the Animal Collective leader’s latest solo effort, there’s still dense canopy to explore.
“Rocket” exemplifies its titular action by transcending the humility of its maker’s introverted demeanor and relatable voice.
Sakamoto leans on the pedal steel as an ambient vessel, spiraling lines around spines of melodic, moody bass.
Leaning somewhat away from trip-hop and toward the more ambient stimuli of his surroundings, Simon Green sounds like he’s in transition, captured between two established ecosystems.
After responding to initial fame and acclaim by moving to a small town, Angel Olsen has quickly solidified herself as one of the brightest lights in music. And with “My Woman,” her new LP, she’s ready to present who she truly is—whether you want to run up that hill with her or not.
Exploring the director’s universe with Fred Willard, Bob Balaban, and Ed Begley Jr.
Imagery of biblical proportion has long been a staple of a proper Bad Seeds record, but never has it felt so unavoidably personal.
Cass McCombs’s eighth album is also his most cohesive since 2011’s “Wit’s End.”
The star of Netflix’s throwback thriller chats about working with Winona Ryder, tragedy, and suspending disbelief long enough to love working in horror.
Dev Hynes grieves and rallies in equal measure on his most ambitious and successful work to date.
Hendrik Weber’s latest solo effort is a “much more personal” experience for the German electronic musician.
Roger Sellers abandoned life as a composer for pop music. If only it were that easy.
Cooking up something good with the eighteen-year-old phenom on the heels of her latest EP “Raceday”—and ahead of much more.
As the world’s most unlikely pop group prepares to release their eleventh album, Avey Tare, Panda Bear, and Geologist spill a little paint.
Despite the good intentions behind this resuscitation of “Music for a New Society,” the unwelcome occupation of those ultra-weighty spaces between renders “M:FANS” a head-scratching exercise in post-analog experimentation.